In 1971, the Civil Rights Act was supposed to have leveled the playing field. But as a young Black medical student driving alone through Arizona to the White River Apache Reservation, I came face-to-face with how far we still had to go. There it was, in bold letters outside a roadside restaurant: ‘No Dogs or Indians Allowed.’ That sign wasn’t just a relic of the past—it was a challenge to everything I thought I was ready for. What happened next became one of my first and most unforgettable lessons in resilience.
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